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Rinascita II Act VII
Dreamcatchers in the Secret Gardens
The Dreamer seals her heart and surrenders to a world of dreams beyond mortal sight. In this hidden realm built upon melancholy melodies, she walks a path of fragile hope and delusions without looking back. But the dreams she longs to realize have long been tangled up in shadow and deceit. Beneath the lofty facade of the Orchestrator, who seems to have everything, is but a wretched, pitiful soul, drowning in her own illusions.
In the end, will this dream of blooming and withering be a sweet reverie or a haunting nightmare?
Quest List
Rover:
More guards, just like you said.
Phrolova:
They're all yours.
You reach the key area where Common Echoes are created. Phrolova warns you to avoid the dangerous mists, but the two of you disagree on which path to take.
Rover:
What is this place?
Phrolova:
It is where the Order of the Deep crafts Common Echoes.
Phrolova:
Yes. The Orchestration Altar is there.
Phrolova:
However...
Phrolova:
Keep your eyes sharp. The mist is another trap they've set for us.
Rover:
So let's avoid it. Which way is faster?
Phrolova:
The left one.
Rover:
...
Phrolova:
Still in doubt?
Rover:
The right one seems closer and safer.
Phrolova:
Suit yourself.
Phrolova:
See, doubt made the hand on the dial move two more ticks.
Rover:
...
Rover:
We should be able to take the rail here, right?
Phrolova:
Hm? Ah, wait a moment, I'll activate it first.
Rover:
(She clearly drifted off just now. What was that about?)
Rover:
(Is this… really the right path?)
Rover:
(I need to stay sharp and quickly get a handle on this place to be sure of my way forward.)
Phrolova:
The escaped samples have been corrupted by the twisted melodies.
Rover:
They're too hostile… No choice but to take them out.
Phrolova's Orchestration has restored the area, but overusing her ability plunges her exhausted mind into more hallucinations. She finds herself beside her loved ones, playing music and sharing laughter as they accept her every word. Phrolova then faints, thinking the long-awaited death has finally come for her, but you bring her back.
Phrolova:
The melody has returned to its proper rhythm. This place is beginning to restore itself.
Phrolova:
Soon, it will recover too.
Luneau:
I knew we'd make beautiful music together! Another perfect rehearsal!
Triss:
Hold on, you played ahead of the beat. I heard it!
Luneau:
Ahem... Well, Phrolova, your playing and Triss's improvisation were completely in sync! No wonder you're our best violinist!
Phrolova:
It's only because... I've played this piece countless times before.
Triss:
Oi! Don't be changin' the subject now!
Noemie:
I've heard tell you've been asked to perform far from here? I'm sure you'll amaze them all, just like you always do.
Phrolova:
That performance...
Triss:
Are you alright, Phrolova? You look a bit pale...
Phrolova:
Plans have changed, but it's nothing to worry about.
Triss:
I see... When you can, come back and rest, will you? You've been workin' so hard!
Triss:
I remember you said this is the only place you could truly rest. But you're always busy, and sometimes things here get a bit... messy.
Phrolova:
I'm here with you.
Phrolova:
Triss, do you want me to keep going with my plan?
Triss:
Of course! I wanna sing and sing forever!
Phrolova:
Even though this isn't the home we once knew?
Triss:
I know it's not. I'm not the same as I was either. I died in an accident, hundreds of years ago.
Triss:
But I still feel me inside, and I can still laugh and sing. It doesn't feel any different.
Triss:
I know you can do it, Phrolova. You'll bring everyone back, and I'll be right here waitin' for ye. I'll wait for that day.
Triss:
By then...
Phrolova:
By then, you will stand on an even brighter stage.
Phrolova:
(I'll be here. "Always.")
Phrolova:
This time... Will death be real...?
Phrolova:
Am I... finally going back...?
???:
But you can't, Phrolova. You can't simply die. Didn't you promise to bring them home?
???:
Phrolova... Phrolova... Wake up...
Rover:
Phrolova... Phrolova!
Rover:
Losing that much blood and not even trying to treat it... If you really wanted to die, I could've made it quicker for you.
Rover:
You deliberately teeter on the verge of death. Are you that desperate to see what you truly desire?
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
We should move.
You find recordings that reveal Fenrico's scheme to seize the Lost Beyond and the Threnodian's residual energy, which seems to contradict his previous commands. Fenrico appears to notice his abnormality. When Phrolova points out that Fenrico is in disarray, you suspect he has fallen under the Threnodian's influence. You then seize the moment to ask Phrolova about her true reason for creating the Lost Beyond. She simply replies that it was but to keep a distant promise and satisfy an obsession.
Reporting Acolyte:
Primus, Phrolova has reached the final stage.
Fenrico:
The foundation of the Paradise is complete. It is time to purge those who have strayed.
Fenrico:
The souls trapped in darkness need a temporary dwelling. For that, we need her work.
Reporting Acolyte:
But Primus…
Fenrico:
You hesitate. Why?
Reporting Acolyte:
This is... different from what you told us.
Reporting Acolyte:
You said our goal was to return the divine power within the Gem to the holy sphere. You never mentioned this part.
Reporting Acolyte:
Has the plan changed?
Fenrico:
...
Reporting Acolyte:
Primus? Should I continue the recording?
Fenrico:
Recording... When did I ever... I see. No, continue recording.
Phrolova:
Or, more precisely, this man of authority has already sunk deep into the mire of his own confusion.
Rover:
(This feels a lot like what Cantarella described before.)
Rover:
(Is the Threnodian's power driving him toward something?)
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
Because... I made a promise long, long ago.
Phrolova:
A long-lost friend once told me that every promise matters. Once you make one, you see it through, no matter the cost.
Phrolova:
Well, nothing like what you'd call "long ago," I suppose.
Phrolova:
And?
Phrolova:
Heh...
Rover:
Resonance abilities are tied to emotions. If your stubbornness drove you to create an entire Sonoro, then I'd call it an obsession.
Phrolova:
Perhaps.
Rover:
The frequencies of these Order Echoes feel unnatural.
Phrolova:
The Order created them. They know how to warp them just as easily.
Phrolova:
Made up your mind?
Phrolova:
Let's proceed.
Rover:
That was close...
Rover:
This is...
Phrolova:
Remember, the essence of all things can be altered.
You find the Echo Brooders where Common Echoes are being incubated. Phrolova explains how it all functions.
Phrolova:
Echo Brooders.
Phrolova:
To create Rinascita's Common Echoes from the twisted fragments of Tacet Discords and Echoes.
Phrolova:
Born in chaos, yet shaped to be amiable and useful. How interesting.
Phrolova:
A touch of vibrancy woven into ruin, an opus of life that lasts for an eternity…
Phrolova:
The art of reshaping frequencies is far more fluid than one might think.
Phrolova:
And... brimming with vitality.
You question how Phrolova knew of the Echo attack in advance, to which she explains she heard a restless discordance and much more. Fragmented whispers echo in her ears.
Phrolova:
I heard the restless discordance.
Phrolova:
There are whispers that reach me beyond these…
???:
(It hurts... Phrolova... I don't want to be here...)
???:
(Take us away... Only you... Only you can...)
???:
(Don't leave us... Don't leave us here...)
Phrolova:
(...)
Rover:
If I time it right, the way forward might reveal itself.
Rover:
Here it comes again…
Rover:
The same trick should do.
Rover:
Well then… seems we'll have to do this together.
Phrolova:
Very well.
Just as Phrolova tries to use her ability, a sudden hallucination shatters her focus. Visions of close people from the past fill her mind. She realizes that the Threnodian's residual energy she sealed away is now causing disturbances in the Lost Beyond.
Leah:
Phrolova, you're back.
Aeschylus:
You don't look well, child. Did something happen?
Phrolova:
Nothing to worry about. {Male=He;Female=She} will take care of it.
Phrolova:
I heard your murmurs just now… You didn't seem this frightened the last time we met, Leah.
Leah:
Frightened? Heh, nothing gets under my skin at this age.
Phrolova:
What about... death?
Leah:
Ah, now there's a true demon. Always unwelcome, always reminding you of the shortness of our days and the regrets we can't mend.
Leah:
How I'd love for this merry life to last forever, for things to never change, and for no one to take their leave.
Triss:
That's not right! If I've fulfilled my one true purpose, then death could never scare me!
Melissa:
Oh, not this nonsense again, Triss! Come on, dinner's ready!
Melissa:
Phrolova, it's time to go home for dinner! Your parents must be waiting for you!
Phrolova:
My parents... waiting for me...
Aeschylus:
Haha, Triss's words remind me of myself fifty years ago. Wouldn't you say, Leah?
Leah:
Aye, she spends far too much time with you…
Phrolova:
What do you think now?
Aeschylus:
Now? I just want to watch a few more sunrises with my Leah.
Phrolova:
My, my. I thought the meticulous Rover was supposed to be flawless in battle.
Phrolova:
…A crack has appeared on that gateway.
Phrolova:
This one also needs...
Rover:
I'll activate it.
Rover:
How did you know the gateway had cracked?
Phrolova:
I felt the disharmony within the Lost Beyond.
Rover:
That was fast...
Phrolova:
How pathetic that most will overlook the smallest of fractures... but for now, time remains on our side.
Phrolova:
I see you're prepared.
Phrolova:
(Everything is but a frequency. The living and the dead, Tacet Discord and Echo… In Solaris, they are one and the same.)
Phrolova:
("My" existence stands as proof.)
Leah:
Careful now, my child. Watch your step.
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
Time to switch the rail.
Rover:
Got it.
Rover:
(She seemed to have just noticed it… strange.)
Rover:
An audio recording here.
Rover:
(This way's blocked, and the rail's out of order. Looks like I'll have to go left after all.)
Rover:
How did you know the gateway had cracked?
Phrolova:
I felt the disharmony within the Lost Beyond.
Rover:
That was fast...
Phrolova:
How pathetic that most will overlook the smallest of fractures... but for now, time remains on our side.
Leah:
Phrolova, you're back.
Aeschylus:
You don't look well, child. Did something happen?
Melissa:
Phrolova, it's time to go home for dinner! Your parents must be waiting for you!
Luneau:
I knew we'd make beautiful music together! Another perfect rehearsal!
Triss:
Are you alright, Phrolova? You look a bit pale...
Luneau:
Ahem... Well, Phrolova, your playing and Triss's improvisation were completely in sync! No wonder you're our best violinist!
Triss:
Of course! I wanna sing and sing forever!
Phrolova suffers from another hallucination while using her ability despite her injury. This time, she is shown the chaotic, desperate minds of people from the past facing death. She comforts them, and after a brief moment of pain, she quickly recovers to continue the search for hope.
Leah:
No—!
Aeschylus:
Wake up, my love! It's me! Can't you recognize me?
Aeschylus:
Phrolova, it's happening again...
Leah:
It's time for the rehearsal… I don't want to go… No… Don't go…
Phrolova:
I'm here.
Phrolova:
I've found the way. Soon, I'll bring you all back.
Leah:
Don't leave me... Take me with you...
Aeschylus:
My child, no one can escape death. Let go of what we've told you. In the end, we're all bound to face it.
Aeschylus:
…And perhaps the only thing left for us is to accept it.
Phrolova:
Aeschylus, over all these years, each of you has spoken to me in contradictions.
Phrolova:
Words of surrender, of perseverance, of fear, of pleading…
Phrolova:
Fate is fickle, ever ready to devour. Death comes swiftly, without warning...
Phrolova:
...And in its shadow, I have seen you at peace, in fear, in sorrow… and in madness.
Phrolova:
But worry not, for I am here.
Phrolova:
I will always be here.
Aeschylus:
Phrolova, my poor child...
Phrolova:
(How many times has it been? How many times has he tried to let go, only to tighten his grip again?)
Phrolova:
(Life is as fragile as trembling leaves caught in winter's breath, their quiet cries swallowed by the wind.)
Phrolova:
(The more fleeting, the harder to judge if our choices were ever right. To find meaning in them, one must first walk a path that stretches into "forever.")
Phrolova:
(With a soul reaching toward the world's end, like mine... and like {Male=his;Female=hers}…)
Phrolova:
(Even when lost at a crossroads, there's no need to despair. No matter how far you've gone, you can always turn back and find your way home.)
Phrolova:
...
Phrolova:
(...)
Leah:
Careful now, my child. Watch your step.
Phrolova:
Time to switch the rail.
Rover:
Got it.
Rover:
(She seemed to have just noticed it… strange.)
Rover:
(This way's blocked, and the rail's out of order. Looks like I'll have to go left after all.)
Phrolova:
Almost there.
Rover:
Just like before, you'll handle the Orchestration.
Phrolova:
Mmm.
Rover:
More guards, just like you said.
Phrolova:
They're all yours.
Rover:
The frequencies of these Order Echoes feel unnatural.
Phrolova:
The Order created them. They know how to warp them just as easily.